We were riding north to chicago on route 65we'd played the first show on a tour of 45limey 
Shawn and 
Bryan rode in the truck 16 miles awayme 
Shal Pete and 
Lamar thumbed down the ramp of exit 158the smell of farm and diesel fuel it burned in the 3:00 sun16 miles to the garage with a bottle of water and our thumbs.
Dead bottle caps buds and birds we passedon the way who's gonna pick up 4 punks in indiana on sundayhere we go!